Alas, poor fictional leeches. Zangetsu is sure that if Pickles had sapience, he would be in agony right now.

But he’s also sure that Pickles has the personality of a hungry piece of cardboard, so.

Crawling over the toasty corpses of their kin, the leeches keep coming, and more and more latch on with almost painless bites, quickly growing fat on Strange’s abundant magic.